Sharing Hailey (6 page)

She shook her head. Her record was three in one day with the help of her vibrator. And that was okay. Because knowing they both wanted her, both loved her, that was better than any orgasm.

“I don’t believe you,” he replied. His hand slipped around her hip to her clit. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

His touch was perfect, light and slippery with her juices. It was nice, but she was more interested in watching Mark as he began a slow thrust, his cock long enough that it touched her womb.

His lips thinned into a tight line. Now, his expression seemed more pain than bliss. His jaw clamped tight. The muscles and veins in his neck strained. In contrast, his lids relaxed at half-mast.

She glanced down to their joining, captivated by the sight of Tony’s dark fingers slowly circling and Mark’s cock sliding in and out. To her surprise, that elusive tickle fluttered. And the possibility of another orgasm had her reaching for it.

She closed her eyes to focus. Her harsh, rapid breath and whimpering cries filled her ears. She rolled her head back and forth against Tony’s chest. The tickle sharpened. She bit her lip to keep from screaming.

“Huh-uh,” Tony murmured close to her ear. “No one can hear you but us. Let go.”

She balanced on the precipice, stretching, grasping for the other side until her orgasm shattered over her and her cries became one long keening. Mark pulled her from Tony’s arms and clasped her to his chest with one last thrust that left him pulsing within her.

Before his cock softened, he pulled out and removed the condom with one hand. It disappeared, but the mattress bounced and squeaked as Tony left the bed. She turned her head into Mark’s chest and pressed kisses over his salty skin before moving leisurely to his collarbone, the hollow of his neck, his chin, his lips.

He lowered their entwined bodies to the bed so they faced each other. Tony’s warmth rejoined them behind her, his cock buried in the cleft of her buttocks. Mark eased her top leg higher over his waist, and Tony began circling her anus with the tip of his penis.

“Can you take more, Hailey?” Tony asked.

“Can’t move,” she replied, her lethargy so great, she could barely speak. Every cell of her body felt warm and heavy and sated. She couldn’t even open her eyes.

“You don’t have to move,” he rasped, and she knew he needed her now as much as she’d needed Mark a few minutes ago.

“Feels good,” she said. “Just can’t move.”

Mark chuckled. “I think she means go ahead.”

“Yeah,” Hailey breathed.

He rolled away from her, and her back immediately cooled, bereft without him. When he returned, his sheathed cock nestled against her slit. He raised his top leg so it joined hers at Mark’s waist. He easily slipped inside her and though the position prevented him from fully seating himself, he still filled her deliciously.

Mark’s heart pounded against her chest, Tony’s against her back. Tony’s breath fell hot and fast on her neck. Mark kissed her, opening her mouth, his tongue tasting and chasing hers, his beard scraping her face, his mouth capturing her breath.

As drained as she was, her hips had a mind of their own. They moved, leisurely circling. It wasn’t a lot, but it was more than she’d thought she was capable of. She tore her lips from Mark’s.

“Tony?”

“Yeah?” he grunted.

She sighed and blindly reached back to touch him. She found his hip and squeezed. “I love you.”

He came. Her satisfaction was as deep as with Mark’s orgasm, despite the lack of fireworks on her part. If he was disappointed at her lack of response, he didn’t let on. She was too sated, too content to worry much about it. She’d make it up to him the first chance she got.

A smile tugged at her lips, defying fatigue. Yeah, she was definitely looking forward to making it up to him.

She fell asleep with Tony and Mark still holding her, their legs a tangle so she didn’t know whose were whose.

Chapter Six

Hailey awakened to someone moving her arms then lifting her head. Soft fabric swept over her face.

“Sleep,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed.

Mark’s breath touched her ear. “It’ll be light soon. Gotta get you back to your own bed.”

“Mmmm. In a minute.”

Mark chuckled. “Yeah, right.”

Silky fabric slid up her legs.

“I love your legs,” he murmured when his hands, fingers spread wide, reached her hips, slipping her panties in place. “They go on forever.”

“Hard to find pants long enough,” she complained sleepily.

“Okay, babe. Up you go.”

He lifted her, and she snuggled against his chest and asked, “What time is it?”

“Five. No more talking. I don’t want to wake anyone.”

“You mean, Jake?”

“Quiet,” he murmured.

“’Kay. I’ll walk up the stairs.”

“Hailey, shut up.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” she protested sleepily.

He didn’t argue with her, and she drifted into darkness. Next thing she knew, he was lowering her. Soft mattress, soft pillow. A cool sheet settled over her like a cloud.

His lips brushed hers. “’Night, babe.”

“Night.” She sighed. “Love you.”

Even as she heard him leave, his scent surrounded her, and she realized he’d dressed her in one of his T-shirts. Smiling, she buried her nose in the neck and fell asleep.

* * *

Voices in the great room woke her. She rolled over and groaned at the thought of facing everyone after what she’d done last night. What would Tony and Mark think of her? Would the others know what a slut she was when they saw her?

Sex with two men. At the same time. She groaned again as tension coiled in her belly.

She wanted them both again.

She rolled out of bed and stumbled to the oversized shower. Her nylon mesh body sponge was hanging on the shower knob, the vibrating bullet concealed inside. She turned on the water and removed Mark’s T-shirt and her panties while the water warmed up. The tile was cool on her feet as she stepped under the spray. She quickly shampooed and conditioned her hair then soaped up the scrubber with body wash. As she ran the soapy sponge over her body, she thought of Mark’s and Tony’s hands and lips and all the places they’d touched her last night. Her sex grew fuller, the tension coiled tighter. She was tempted to use her vibrator for relief. But it wouldn’t be the same. She wanted more. She wanted the real thing. Mark or Tony inside her. Who was she kidding? She wanted both of them inside her, warming her, murmuring to her, touching her.

Loving her.

God, how had she gotten so lucky?

She forced herself from the shower, feeling a little guilty that the others were probably waiting on her to head out for the day while she’d slept in. She hadn’t bothered to check the clock when she got out of bed. What time was it? Was it even morning or was it afternoon?

She quickly dried off, brushed her teeth, dressed in shorts and a soft navy bamboo and cotton T-shirt and covered her bruises with foundation. Her heart fluttered nervously when she entered the great room. Nikki and Meredith were sitting at the breakfast bar talking to Mark and Tony, who were working in the kitchen. Jake’s back was to her on the nondescript beige couch. Landon was in a club chair to Jake’s right.

Mark and Tony looked her way immediately, their expressions worried. She smiled to reassure them, but it felt stiff. It must have appeared stiff, too, because they didn’t seem reassured.

Tony poured a cup of coffee and crossed the room with it. When he handed her the cup, he murmured, “Good morning, sunshine.”

“Thanks,” she said.

He draped his arm across her shoulders like he’d done a million times before, but this time it seemed different—more intimate. He lowered his voice so no one else could hear. “You okay?”

Before she could answer, Jake’s voice boomed from the sofa, “Hey, it’s Sleeping Beauty.”

“I’m on vacation,” she said.

“I thought you came here for the sun. You’re not getting a lot of that holed up in bed.”

She’d certainly spent a lot of time in bed, but not doing what her brother thought. Well, okay, maybe in between sex with her two favorite men, she’d finally caught up on her sleep. “Yeah, so where are we going today?”

“As soon as you get your butt in gear, we’re heading for Kua.”

“You could have gone without me,” she shot back. But they wouldn’t have. It was her favorite beach, and they all knew it. She loved the sugar-fine white sand and the body surfing.

Mark called from the kitchen. “I’ll have your breakfast in five minutes.”

As she joined Nikki and Meredith at the breakfast bar, Tony’s cell rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and frowned. “Excuse me,” he mumbled before answering. Cell phone pressed against his ear, he headed to the stairs at the back of the great room and disappeared.

Hailey sipped her coffee as Nikki, Meredith and Mark told her about yesterday’s trip to A-Bay. Mark set her breakfast in front of her as they discussed how crowded it had been. When she’d finished eating, she and Meredith cleaned up the mess in the kitchen. Normally, Nikki helped her clean up after the men cooked, and they’d a developed an efficient system over the years. Hailey and Meredith bumped into each other a few times, even while trying to stay out of each other’s way. Hailey tried to laugh it off, but Meredith was moody, cranky. Made doing the dishes a lot less fun.

When they’d finished, Tony hadn’t returned from his phone call, so she slipped out to the lanai and looked over the railing. He was sitting on a chair, shoulders slumped, elbows on knees, his forehead in his hands.

Something was wrong. She headed back through the great room, hoping no one stopped her and wishing there were stairs from the lanai to the pool deck. Mark was sitting on the couch with Jake discussing investments. He caught her eye and raised a brow as she hurried through. She shrugged but didn’t stop.

If Tony heard her approach, he didn’t give any indication.

She knelt in front of him and sat back on her heels, but he still didn’t look up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he dropped his hands, his cell phone clenched in the right one. “Work,” he said tightly.

She rested her hands on his knees and spoke gently. “Do you need to head back?”

“No, it’s too late for that.”

One of his patients had died. “I’m sorry.” She loosened his fingers on the cell phone and pried it from his hand, knowing it was in danger of being slammed into a wall. She put it in her back pocket then rested her hands on his thighs.

“Damn it,” he exploded. “I thought she was home free.”

Hailey didn’t know what to say. She never knew what to say when he lost a patient, so she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his waist. His heart pounded against her ear. His breath came in gulps.

He responded, holding her tightly. “You’d think I’d get used to it,” he said in disgust.

“How can you get used to a child dying?”

“That’s not even the worst part. She’s at peace, whether she’s with God or no longer exists. But her parents, her sister, they’re in hell.”

“How much extra time did they have with her because of you?”

“Five,” he whispered so quietly she had to strain to hear him.

“Days? Months?”

“Years.”

She framed his face with her hands and made him look at her. “That’s incredible.” But the sorrow in his eyes became a physical ache in her chest.

“She was only five years old.”

“She would have died at birth if not for you?” she asked in amazement. She knew he operated regularly on newborns, but this child would have died without Tony’s skills. The girl had five years that she wouldn’t have had without him. Her family had five years with a daughter and sister they wouldn’t have otherwise known.

“Me or another surgeon.”

“Tony, how many times have you told me that you can’t save everyone? You don’t have that power.”

Mark interrupted them. “Beer?” He stood over them, holding a longneck.

Hailey released Tony’s face, relieved to have backup.

“Little early,” Tony replied.

“Not in Albuquerque,” Mark argued. “And I’m assuming that’s where the call came from.”

Tony grabbed the beer by the neck and took a long pull on it before asking, “They ready to go?”

“They might be, but I’m not,” she answered firmly. “They can leave without us. We’ll catch up later.”

“No, that’s okay. I’m fine.”

“It’s ten in the morning and you’re drinking a beer. You’re not fine.”

He tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace. “I’m on vacation.”

She threw up her hands, exasperated. “Tony.”

“Go get your suit on. That’ll cheer me up.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I do,” Mark countered. “And even if it doesn’t cheer
him
up, it’ll work wonders on
me
.”

Tony tucked her hair behind her ear. “And thanks for rescuing my cell. I’m okay now.”

She reached into her back pocket, slipped it out and closed his fingers around it. “I love you,” she whispered.

“No kissing,” Mark murmured. “We’ve got an audience.”

Hailey sighed. “This sucks.”

“Let me count the ways,” Mark groused. “Maybe next year we can go on vacation without the peanut gallery.”

That earned a chuckle from Hailey and Tony.

“Okay, give me five minutes,” she said as she stood up.

“See you in five, sunshine.”

As she headed back to the house, she heard Mark say, “I’m driving.”

“Yep,” Tony answered.

She turned back to them. “Mark, if you want a beer, I’ll drive.”

“That’s okay, babe. I’m good.”

She smiled. He was better than good. They both were.

* * *

That evening, after a few hours of sunning, boogie boarding and body surfing—mostly sunning—a shower and a late lunch/early dinner at a local brewery and pizza joint, Hailey sat at a table on the lanai, sipping a glass of pinot grigio and playing cards with Jake, Nikki and Landon.

No surprise that Nikki had partnered her with Landon for the marathon game of Hand and Foot. Mark, Tony and Meredith were downstairs in the game room playing pool. Occasionally Mark and Tony’s rowdy laughter drifted up to the card game.

It was close to midnight, and they were on the last hand of the four-hand game. Hailey and Landon were winning. None of them really focused on the game as much as the conversation. She talked to her brother and sister-in-law every couple of weeks, sometimes weekly, but the conversations were usually superficial. Vacations were a chance not for them to catch up—they did that on the phone—but to reconnect, to get a feel for where they were in their lives, to really get a sense that they were both okay. They’d been doing it since their mom and dad died when Hailey was in college. Jake had taken over the roll of parent, making certain she had the support she needed to get through school. And she’d tried to be there for him when he’d missed having parents—like planning the rehearsal dinner for his wedding.

Jake was
not
okay. He was as stressed as Nikki had indicated when Hailey arrived two days ago. He smiled and laughed in all the right places, but the joy wasn’t there. Every time Nikki yawned, he tried to put her to bed. If she even looked at a piece of food, he fed it to her. He carried her up and down the stairs. When she’d waded into the surf up to her ankles today, he’d been right there, hands at her waist, his face a mask of worry. If Nikki weren’t so strong-willed, he’d have locked her in a padded cell to protect her.

If a simple pregnancy did this to a man, she was glad she’d decided against kids.

Landon played all but one of his cards and turned that one facedown on the discard pile. “I’m out,” he said.

“Y’all win,” Jake said as he stood up. “We don’t need to count points. Nikki, time for bed.”

Nikki rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. “Good night, all. I’ll see you early tomorrow morning. Remember, we’re leaving for Kealakekua at eight.”

“I think we should postpone that a day since we’re getting to bed so late,” Jake said.

“Can’t,” Nikki replied. “We’ve already reserved the kayaks. And remember, there’s a squall coming in day after tomorrow and another one right behind it.”

“But we can—”

“The longer you argue with me, the less sleep I’ll get,” Nikki interrupted.

Hailey loved it when Nikki put her foot down with Jake, and usually he did too. But he clearly wasn’t happy right now. She hated his slumped shoulders and worried frown as he followed Nikki to their bedroom.

When they were out of sight and earshot, Hailey sighed. “I don’t get it. Do you know what’s going on with him?”

Landon shrugged. “He’s just worried about her.”